Skyler: How do you feel about returning to normality?
Oscar: Erm.. I’m not sure. I’m looking forward to it, obviously; I just hope no one makes a fuss. It’s embarrassing, being the centre of attention, being praised. I wish I had my own place in the arse end of nowhere.
Skyler: We need to face what makes us uncomfortable sometimes. We can’t avoid reality forever. It’s important to continue working with your assigned therapist; they’ll help you understand what your triggers are, which ones to avoid, and which ones require some healthier coping mechanisms. What do you imagine being the biggest hurdle?
Oscar: [scoff laughs] Among other things.. familial distress?
Skyler: Do you feel resentful when you think about your family, your parents?
Oscar: [sighs] I gave up that grudge a while ago… I’m starting to think half of it was in my head.
Skyler: That doesn’t make it any less real. It’s okay to ask for what you need from them, even if it’s just some space.
Oscar: I’ll try to remember that.
Skyler: You can always return if you find yourself struggling, but I have a feeling you’ll manage.
…
Amy: Aren’t you nervous?
Oscar: Not really.
Tristen: The last time I left, I relapsed within a day; this ain’t my first rodeo.
Amy: Triss! He doesn’t need to hear that.
Tristen: You just gotta steer clear of any bad influences.. your mates n’ stuff, y’know?
Oscar: I don’t really have anyone like that in my life… I’m the bad influence.
Amy: Well, you can’t exactly avoid yourself.
Tristen: Eh, they must think you’re doing okay if they’re letting you leave.
Oscar: Technically, we can leave whenever we want.
Amy: Ugh, I wish I could stay here forever. I just know I’m gonna fuck up.
Tristen: [snorts] That’s part of the process.
Oscar: Don’t you want to go home?
Amy: [scoffs] No. I’d rather go back to the shelter-.. ooh, we should rent a place between us n’ live together!
Tristen: Uhm.. no offence to Oscar, but I don’t fancy living with his screaming brat.
Oscar: [tuts] He’s not gonna be a brat.
Amy: You sure you don’t need a nanny? You’re gonna be sleep deprived.
Oscar: Hah! I’m used to that.
Tristen: I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think he’s interested. Besides, you’ve got a ten-bedroom mansion waiting for you.
Amy: More like a prison.
Oscar: Thanks for the offer, though I’m pretty sure I’ll cope.
Tristen: How aren’t you shitting a brick? A whole ass being is gonna be dependent on you for years.
Oscar: I’m excited more than anything.
Amy: Awh, that’s sweet. At least you have something to look forward to.
Tristen: Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
Oscar: You’re leaving soon though, right?
Tristen: Yeah! I think I’m gonna find a new place first, I need a fresh start.
Dominik: C’mon guys, you know the drill. Lights out in ten.
Daphne: Hm, your blood pressure is still pretty high; though I doubt the nightmares help much, we’ll keep an eye on it for now… Do you think you can stomach breakfast today?
[Oscar grimaces]
Daphne: It’ll be ready in an hour; you need to try and eat something.
Oscar: I guess.
Daphne: Come on, a shower ought to wake you up.
…
Franklin: What are you doing?
Oscar: …
Franklin: Are you hallucinating again? Do I need to fetch someone?
Oscar: I’m okay…
Franklin: He said, staring at the wall.
Oscar: [sighs]
…
Tristen: Rough night?
Oscar: Yeah.
Tristen: I sure ain’t missing those wacky fever dreams.
Amy: It’ll get better soon… You should get some waffles.
Tristen: They even come with a happy lil’ face on ‘em today.
Oscar: I don’t wanna make a habit of puking in the cafeteria.
Amy: Ugh.. I was blocking that out.
Tristen: Rather that than Frankie’s fucking whinging.
Franklin: I’m bored of waffles, is there nothing else?
Dominik: Nope.
Franklin: Can I have extra syrup at least?
Tristen: I’ll give you some extra syrup.
Franklin: Must you be so vulgar?
Dominik: Let’s save the squabbling until after breakfast, shall we?
Franklin: [grumbles] Fine.
